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There I lay beneath the dirt
Inside a casket hand crafted for me by the world
I almost had as much hope as the air I could breathe
You swooped down and tore open the ground
fierce was your pursuit for me
By then I was just dust and dry bones
But I was made whole by your carpentry
and moulded by your father's pottery
now I can never look back at my cemetary
except to call out to those who shared it with me
with hope in my chest and faith in my feet
I slowly make my way to you
On the wings of the wind you flew down
bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders
You chose neither gold nor precious stone
but thornes and thistles fit for a king
Though you were surrounded by a cloud of blackness
a great white light shone from within
And from your sanctuary you heard me cry out
So you stood on the edge of the world with open arms
Now I stand sure-footed as the deer
I exist to know your love
As I look toward the sky I wait for the thunder from heaven
for I know my home is not far